Awkward Sex with the Sex-Newbie Big Sis (1)
1. Pure Love. The term literally means pure, unadulterated love. This sex wasn't about overcoming past traumas or curing some bodily affliction—it was purely to experience the emotion called love. There was no doubt it was an act incredibly close to the very essence of pure love.
"P-Paster... no, Paster. I'm mad, so I'll talk casually. Or... I will."
Straddling Paster's chiseled abs, Ia Ris gulped down her saliva relentlessly, her overheated body trembling out of control. She was dying to shove his cock straight into her pussy right that instant.
"What about the stockings? Sh-Should I take them off? Or rip them? I hear guys are into that stuff. What do you think, Paster? You wanna take them off yourself? Or tear them?"
Ia Ris's voice dripped with excitement as she asked, not even trying to hide how desperately horny she was.
"But, sis... I like it better when you talk formally to me, like always. It feels like we're respecting each other... So let's keep it polite, okay...?"
Since it was Ia Ris—not some other S-rank—Paster couldn't just zap her with a womb-shocking spark to calm her down. Instead, he played the cute junior card, dialing back her arousal just a notch.
"H-Haa♡ Ah, r-really? Okay, then! Whatever you want, Paster!"
His sudden bout of cuteness hit her like a freight train, making her heart and womb throb wildly. She half-slipped off her doctor's coat, baring her snowy-white shoulder in a blatant tease.
She'd thrown on the coat out of nowhere as her way of salvaging that reckless line—"Shall I fuck your cock into you since you're mad?"—something even she, utterly smitten as she was, found a bit too much. The moment she dressed as the infirmary nurse for some "lovey-dovey therapeutic sex," her doctor's coat stopped being proof of her profession.
"Th-Then... we'll begin the examination and treatment lovey-dovey sex♡"
The world's finest clothing artifact artisan had poured his heart into crafting Ia Ris's doctor's coat, Byakui. Right now, though, it was nothing more or less than a tool for sex with Paster—and it fulfilled that purpose perfectly.
"Ah♡... Paster's thing in his pants... it's getting bigger♡"
The instant she half-doffed her coat—exposing her bare shoulders and the tantalizing hint of her underarm thanks to the sleeveless design—Paster's cock swelled at the erotic sight. This was a side of Ia Ris he'd never seen in the infirmary, where she always wore that gentle smile.
"W-Wow..."
The moment she sensed his cock growing, Ia Ris slid down from his abs and knelt demurely between his thighs. She looked like a devout worshipper kneeling before a holy phallus, which only made Paster's dick balloon even faster.
Kugugugugu...!
Even majestic sound effects boomed in her head at the sheer majesty bulging in his pants. Paster's cock strained upward as if ready to burst free, its presence alone pounding her virgin heart into a frenzy.
Last time I felt it too, but... isn't it way too big?
Even her big-sis composure shattered head-on against it. Paster's cock was the epitome of masculine prowess—no exaggeration to call it an ultimate mega-cock. Ia Ris could only stare blankly at the tent rising under the fabric.
Lounging comfortably and watching her, Paster twitched his cock once and asked, "Sis, you just gonna stare? What about the treatment sex?"
Her mind had fucked Paster thousands, tens of thousands of times, but in reality, she was a total virgin among virgins. Paster, with his sex experience, could dominate the mood just by sitting there.
His casual question made saliva pool in her mouth as she ogled the bulge. Her eyes snapped wide; she gulped hard and gingerly gripped his waistband.
"Ah, r-right! Of course... F-First, the most important part—the, uh, wound."
"Don't call it a wound. Say cock. You were saying it just fine a second ago."
"Y-Yes?! O-Okay... C-Cock♡ I'll take it out now♡"
Obeying the man steering the mood, she echoed his word. Just saying "cock" had her pussy drooling lube.
Shlrk.
Soaking her pussy wet, she tugged down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. The ultimate mega-cock, trapped behind those flimsy barriers, finally sprang free.
Thwack.
Released from the pants' pressure, Paster's glans surged up and grazed her perky nose bridge.
The instant it brushed her skin, her heart plummeted, her mind going blissfully blank. It was pretty far away, but it... touched me...?
Realizing her nose had been smacked by his cock, an unprecedented wave of utter defeat washed over her—something she'd never felt, even in the slums.
I-I could never win against this♡ This cock exists to drill defeat into women—a disciplinary training rod for total submission♡
Paster's cock didn't care about her past; it asserted its dominance to subjugate the bitch in heat. That regal arrogance let her bask in happy defeat from a single glans graze, just from etching its form in her eyes.
B-But I can't admit defeat here. I'm the big sis, the one he relies on. I can't lose this easily...!
Her lingering big-sis pride refused to yield, so she clenched her teeth and bluffed at him.
"Y-Your cute cock looks so mad♡ Sis will be nice♡ Pretty♡ to it♡"
Armored in senior pride, she wrapped her pale hand around his monstrous shaft.
"Hieeek..."
Too thick for one hand, rigid as steel, radiating heat like it might burn—palpating its power firsthand shattered her dignity. She gasped in genuine shock, forgetting all senior poise.
Th-This is going in... my pussy soon? W-Will it even fit?
She dreaded imagining it, but since he'd fucked Ska and Lapis, it probably would. Fitting and enduring were different beasts, though.
When this cock enters my pussy... can I even handle it...?
Ia Ris had unshakable confidence in her physical prowess. No flashy elemental powers like Ska or Lapis, but infinite regen healing and S-rank physique made her borderline immortal. That's why, even after seeing Ska writhe in orgasm hell from Rabbit Hole sparks at Paster's place, she'd been sure she could take it.
But now, touching his cock directly, doubt crept in for the first time.
Her head swirled with suspicion—not "Can I win?" but defeat-premised questions like "How long can I last? Will one thrust knock me out?"
"Haa♡... Haa♡... Nngh♡"
Her mind stuffed with Paster's cock, she unconsciously hiked her hips, pressing it against her black miniskirt atop his thigh.
Over miniskirt, pantyhose, and panties—three layers of defense—his monstrous cock thudded down.
Even through the fabric, it felt like bare skin contact; those thin barriers lost all meaning.
"Hnnnaaah♡"
Its heavy weight and searing heat drew a moan as she came lightly. Spotting the glans reaching her navel, she climaxed again, squirting pussy juice to soak her panties and stockings.
Drip, drip.
"Haaangh♡..."
Womb-deep defeat and her pussy's frantic sobs—begging to be pierced and conquered—made her double over, hips shuddering.
To Paster, just watching this comedy unfold without lifting a finger, it was hilarious.
"Haa... haa..."
As Ia Ris held an internal conference—Season 405,974: Insert or Not?—on handling this troublesome mega-cock, Paster finally spoke, cock still erect.
"Sis, want me to take over?"
"Y-Yes? N-No, I'm the big sis. I'll... I'll do it. So just trust your sis and stay still..."
"...Fine. I'll give you three minutes. Do whatever. It's hard for me to just sit here too."
"Nngh... Wh-What does that mean...?"
"Your moves are too cute and hot—I wanna fuck right now and can't hold back. So do something in three minutes."
Pretty ballsy from the guy who'd just mouthed off something dumb like "On Sundays, I'm the sex master Paster!" and nearly committed high treason. For Ia Ris—his senior and victim of his recklessness—it was grounds for righteous anger.
So she stared into his eyes and opened her mouth.
"Y-Yes♡ S-Sorry, Paster. Your sis will try really hard♡"
But his words—"cute," "hot," "can't hold back"—and that urgent tone were too adorable for anger. She could only submit.
Thus began "I'll Satisfy Your Cock: Fantasy Sex Show!" by Ia Ris, ultimate virgin among virgins—under a three-minute countdown.
"Th-Then... f-first, sis'll stroke your cock with her hand♡?"
Her first move: a handjob. As she gripped mid-shaft and readied her wrist...
Paster's voice slipped out, laced with mild irritation. "Don't say 'stroke the cock.' Say you're jerking me off. That's hotter, sis."
"Ah, nngh♡ Y-Yes♡ Sis'll jerk off Paster's cock♡"
"Good."
Finally satisfied, he flashed a smile.